I came awake slowly, and the bed felt like it was spinning. Bed? What Bed? I tried desperately to remember where I was and what happened. There was a party, lots of drinking, and dancing, and general noise, but that’s all I could remember. Damn.DooMeeDooI was lying on my stomach. I lifted my head to look around but felt an intense pain enveloping my head and quickly dropped back to the mattress. Then I realized I was blindfolded and gagged. I tried to move and discovered that my hands were fastened together. I pulled on them and a chain clinked. I reached out and found I was chained to one bar of an iron headboard, directly above my head, but loosely enough that my arms were on the bed. I rubbed my face against my arm to try to work the blindfold off, but it was no use, it was tied on quite snugly. Then I moved my legs and found that my ankles were chained to either end of the iron footboard, loosely enough that my legs were together and I could turn over if necessary. I pulled on all of them again to see how securely they were fastened, but all they did was make noise. Then I heard a door squeak as someone pushed it open.
“Well, princess, you’re finally awake.”
“Uuuugggghhhh! Uuughhoo aarrggghh uughh!” Well, what do you expect, I was gagged. I was also furious. The effort brought a new wave of pain to my head.
“Now just calm down. As soon as the ransom is paid we’ll let you go.”
Oh please. Ransom. This had to be some elaborate joke. Someone had been watching way too many daytime soap operas.
“Uurrgahha!” I pulled on the chains with my arms and legs.
“C’mon, calm down, you’ll hurt yourself.”
I felt a hand touch my face and I flinched. Then one side of the bed sank a little as he sat down.
“C’mon, I won’t hurt you.” He laid a hand on my shoulder. I flinched again.
“Uuugghh aarrghhhh uughgh!” I turned my head away from him. Since I couldn’t see him anyway, it was more of a gesture than anything else. I heard him sigh as he got up off the bed. Then the door squeaked again as he went out and closed it behind him.
This just had to be a bad joke. I felt around with my hands again and discovered they were handcuffed together, with a chain passing through where they were linked together. I followed the chain to the headboard and back around until I came to a padlock. Well that was hopeless. If they had used rope at least I would have had a chance. So I lay there and waited. And waited. This wasn’t funny. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. My fury had dissipated and now I was really afraid. My imagination went into overdrive. I started picturing the headlines my family and friends would read in the paper, the desperate search for a body, the identification if it was ever found. It was all too much and the tears came.
I must have slept, but I don’t know for how long, nor what time of day it was. But when I woke up, I was still in this same nightmare. It was all too much and then I was crying again.
“Hey, what’s the matter?”
I jumped. I hadn’t known he was in the room.
“You’re going to make yourself sick if you don’t relax. Everything’s going to be okay.” His voice was low and soothing. He put a hand on my back and I flinched. “This isn’t good for you.”
“Uuurghh mmdhffghh.” It was the closest I could come to ‘no shit’.
“If I take the gag off, will you promise to be good and not yell?”
Now we were getting somewhere. “Urgh arrgghhh.”
“I’ll take that as a yes. Turn over, I’ll help you.” He helped me roll over. And then, thankfully, the gag was off. My mouth was dry and felt awful.
“Sip this.” Something wet spilled into my mouth. I drank it and licked my lips eagerly. My throat was a little sore but that was all.
“Will you please take off the blindfold?” Couldn’t hurt to ask.
“No, sorry, I can’t right now.”
“Then you want to tell me what the hell is going on?”
“I told you before. We’re waiting for the ransom money.”
“You’ve got to be joking. This is a joke, right?”
“No, this is no joke. But it will be okay.”
Well, it wasn’t okay to me. I turned my head away and the tears came again. Great. Being an emotional wreck wasn’t going to help me at all.
“You’ve got to relax and let the tension go. I’ll help you. Turn back over onto your stomach.”
“Why, what are you going to do to me?”
“Trust me.”
Hah! “No.”
“Look, I’m the only person you have to trust right now. Just turn over.”
So I turned over again. He pulled my legs together and straddled my upper thighs.
“What are you doing?”
“Just relax.”
And then he lightly ran his fingers over my back, through my shirt. Then again, a little harder. He could feel the tension under his fingers. I was holding onto it as hard as I could; I didn’t want to let it go.
“Relax.” His fingers were gentle but insistent. So was I.
“Take some slow deep breaths.”
“No.”
“You’re going to fight me every inch of the way, aren’t you? Well, we’re going to do it right then.” He got up off of me. I wondered what he was up to.
He was back in a minute or so. “Now hold still.” I felt cold metal against my side.
“Hey, what the hell are you doing?”
“I’m taking off your clothes. You need to be undressed for a proper massage. I can’t risk taking off the chains so I’m cutting your clothes off.”
“Hey, don’t.” I continued to plead with him but felt the cold metal again so I held still. I had no desire to have him cut me by accident. He cut up both sides of my shirt with the scissors, all the way to the wrists, and pulled the shirt out from under me. Then he started on my pants.
“Hey, c’mon, you don’t need to do that.” I was getting desperate.
“If you don’t be quiet and relax I’m going to have to put the gag back in.”
“Oh yeah, that’ll help.” I was going for sarcasm but it was quite a reach. He ignored me and cut my pants off.
I could hear him moving around the room. “I’ve turned up the heat so you won’t get cold.” Gee, thoughtful son of a bitch.
Then he was back straddling my thighs again and I realized he was naked too. Great, I could see right where this was going.
“Now take some deep breaths.” I started to protest but he cut me off. “Look, you can cooperate and make this pleasant, or I can put the gag back in.” So I did as I was told. I felt something warm trickling over my back. My imagination went into overdrive again.
“What the hell is that?”
“It’s oil. Be quiet.” His hands were spreading the warm oil over my back. Then he began long, slow, gentle passes with his fingers and the palms of his hands. It did feel good. As a matter of fact, it felt really good. Most people start off massaging too roughly, causing pain. But not him. I could feel the tension draining away. He must have noticed the change because he started rubbing a little harder, his hands gliding smoothly over my oiled back. Yeah, it felt really, really good.
A small ‘mmmm’ came from somewhere deep in my throat. He chuckled. His hands were moving slowly in big circles and long strokes. Then he turned around and faced my feet, massaging my legs. He picked up each foot individually and used just the right touch, not so soft that it tickled, but not so hard that it hurt. After that he must have turned around again, because he was making long passes from my back down over my ass to my legs. I felt as if I had melted into a puddle. His fingers were spread, thumbs together, as he made these long, slow passes. Then on the next pass he moved his hands in a little and let his thumbs slide down between the cheeks of my ass. I sucked in my breath.
“It’s okay, relax, you’re tensing up. Slow, deep breaths.” That low, soothing voice again. He did it again on the next pass, warm, slick hands gliding firmly over me. I was trying not to squirm.
He moved my legs apart so that he was kneeling between them.
He was saying something then, and I had to concentrate to hear him. “Slow, deep breaths. In and out. Breath in ... and out.” He was saying this very slowly, slowing the pace as I breathed with him. His warm hands were still gliding. On the next pass, he moved his hands in even closer, and his thumbs brush my clit. All the while he was murmuring, keeping the pace of my breathing slow and even. I felt warm and tingly all over, and behind my blindfold there were slowly swirling clouds of darkness. He made another pass, still barely brushing my clit, and another, again and again. It was starting to become more torture than pleasure; I wanted more.
I started to say something but he cut me off. “Ssshhhh. All in good time.”
After a few more passes the trembling started. He started moving a little faster, brushing against me a little harder. I became aware of a low, continuous humming sound and realized it was coming from me. He was still kneeling between my legs, sitting back on his feet, when suddenly he grabbed my hips and pulled me back to him so my legs were on either side of him, my stomach was on his knees and my chest was still on the bed. He very slowly pushed his hard cock into me. I was so very hot and wet and aching. I sucked in my breath. And waited. And squirmed.
“Hold still.”
It was torture. I wanted him to move, to fuck me, to lick me,to do something! But he held very still. I tried whimpering. Nothing. So I started clenching and unclenching my muscles.
“Hey, no fair, I said hold still.”
“I can’t help it.” I was still clenching. Suddenly I felt a sharp sting as he smacked my ass, hard.
“Hey! You said you wouldn’t hurt me, remember?”
“That didn’t hurt.”
“How the hell do you know?”
“I said to trust me, didn’t I? Now just hold still.” So I did the best I could. I concentrated on breathing slowly, anything to not think about his hard cock in me, warm and wet and tight. Finally I just couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t help it, I clenched my muscles again. And he pulled out.
That surprised me. “Hey! What did you do that for?”
“Tell me what you want.”
“What do I want? I want you to take this God-damned blindfold off, unchain me and let me go.”
“No you don’t. Tell me what you really want.” Then he just barely pushed his cock up against me, so I could just feel it. I squirmed.
“C’mon, tell me what you really want.”
Well, I just wasn’t going to do it, I wasn’t going to beg him to fuck me. “Screw you!”
“No, I don’t think that’s it.” And he very, very slowly pushed his cock into me again. “Tell me what you want.”
“NO!”
He pulled out again. And waited. I started squirming again. Still nothing. Then suddenly he pushed in again, hard, and slammed his hips right up against my ass. And he fucked me hard and fast. I grabbed the iron bars of the headboard and pushed back, meeting each stroke. He pulled me up to my knees, then rocked to each side as he put his legs outside mine, pushing them together. The sensations were incredible, as I gripped him with my upper thighs as well as my cunt as he fucked me. Just as I was about to come he stopped.
“No, God, don’t stop now.”
He slid two pillows under my hips then pushed me back onto the bed. “Relax.”
“You’ve GOT to be kidding! Relax? C’mon, just finish me.”
“Relax.” And with that he started fucking me again, very slowly. I couldn’t do much more than squirm and clench.
“You’re not relaxing.” Geez, what a genius. But that didn’t stop him, he kept fucking me very slowly, sliding his hard cock in and out of my wet pussy. I could feel the sweat trickling down my neck. I heard whimpering and realized once again it was me. Suddenly he slammed his cock into me and I gasped. And he did it again. And again. And again. Every muscle in my body tensed as rolling sensations washed over me and I clenched against his hard cock. He slammed against me one last time and then stayed there, as I came down and the pulsing of my muscles against his cock gradually slowed. He stayed in me as he rolled us onto our sides. He lifted my top leg and put it over his hip. Then he pulled me back to his chest. His body was hot against me. He lifted the hair away from my neck and kissed it gently. “I don’t think you’re quite finished yet, kitten,” he murmured into my ear.
“Oh yes, yes I am, I’m quite finished.” I was no longer gasping for air.
“No, I don’t think you are.” Then he pulled out a little. And pushed in again.
“No, please, no more.” But all he did was put his palm to my clit, and started rubbing in slow circles as he fucked me again. In and out, excruciatingly slowly. In and out. I found myself alternating between pushing back against his cock and pushing forward against his hand. I turned my head and leaned back towards him and opened my mouth a little. His lips were on mine then, tongue slowly exploring my tongue. I felt the tingling all over as I sucked his tongue, gently, then paused, then sucked it hard. I could feel him drawing in breath as he pulled away from me. He also pulled his cock out of me and rolled me onto my back.
“Hold onto the headboard,” he practically growled at me. Then he spread my legs wide as he plunged into me, hard and fast. I grabbed the iron bars and pushed back, just as hard.
“C’mon, baby, do me hard.” I was taunting him now. He was slamming into me then, hard and fast, over and over, again and again, as I pushed back against him, just as hard. I got that familiar rolling sensation again as every muscle tensed and I cried out. He fucked me through to the end of my orgasm then suddenly came hard and finally collapsed onto me. The sweat was rolling off us as I fought to catch my breath.
Then he reached up and took off my blindfold. I had to blink a few times as my eyes focused. I looked at him and recognized him as the guy who had thrown the party.
“You’re right, there is no ransom demand. See, your boyfriend has been telling me about your fantasies and I decided to fulfill one for you."